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So, Who Wants To Go To A Killers Concert?

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My darling friend, who as of late, has not been so darling. She has stood me up a couple of times over boys, but it wasn't anything important. A coffee date here, a dinner there and girls night. But, now, she has told me SHE CANNOT GO TO THE KILLERS CONCERT WITH ME.

The Killers.

I would like to say here that "I liked the Killers before they were mainstream" since that would make me sound all cool and hip. But sadly, I am not cool and hip, hence the fact I have NO ONE TO GO TO THE CONCERT WITH ME, and, I don't do the whole underground band thing. I am boring. Bland. But now that the Killers are actually well known AND Keane will be there, I have not a soul to go with me. Not a boyfriend. Not a girlfriend. Not a sister. Not a brother.



And I refuse to take my cat.
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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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